Yiyuan.
As soon as Ran Yu entered the house, she kicked off her shoes. Not even bothering with slippers, she ran into the room barefoot, stepping forcefully on the floor to vent her dissatisfaction.
Lu Ziheng, with a headache, massaged his temples. Bending over, he picked up the pair of pink slippers, sat down by the sofa, and said in a gentle and amiable voice, "Is it just because I didn't let you play cards? Are you that angry?"
Ran Yu pouted, her small nose and eyes glaring at him, "You're just afraid I'd beat you, afraid of losing face in front of your brothers!"
"Yo." Lu Ziheng couldn't help but laugh, "You speak as if you're very good at cards."
"Of course, I'm! Golden Flower, Bullfight, Blackjack, Double Knock, Landlord, Tractor..."
With each statement, Lu Ziheng's face grew grimmer.
"I'm very good at all of them. Do you know, back when I used to mingle in the underworld..." Ran Yu suddenly covered her mouth.
Oops, she'd let something slip in the heat of the moment.
